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She's not coming back in town on Saturday, after all. She has to head back home to prep for the end of the summer and her little boy's arrival, back home. So, that has pooched any chance for us to get together.
I laughed it off and told her it was no big deal. I made her promise to make sure that she calls me when she comes back in town next time. She says that I might see her around Christmas time, this year.
Which is only 5 months away.
She thanked me for the other night. And I thanked her too. We agreed that it was pretty wonderful, all around. And then she said, "Goodbye" and then I said, "Goodbye" and we ended the call.
I stayed in the Conference Room where I took the call, trying to figure out how to process this. And to accept the dull pang of dissapointment that I was definitely feeling.
So, no second date for me, Dear Readers.
At least, not until December.
Maybe.
If she comes back to town.
If you'll excuse me, I think that I am going to go Vomit All Over My Shoes.
Retching,
Mr. B
2 comments:
dude that SUCKS!!!! I was so excited for you!! Could you go see her sometime sooner than Christmas?
Probably not.
There's nothing between us, right now, that would warrant a trip to Idaho, without looking Cuh-reepy! (Like Stalkerish).
It's not like I can breeze on through and say, "Oh, hey, YOU live here. I was actually passing through, visiting Salt Lake City. For Mormon stuff."
But her extended family lives in Central Illinois. So, there will be future trips for her, I am sure. And now that she knows I'm over my two years of moping, maybe she'll be more inclined to contact me, when she gets back in town.
One more thing, Jason was going to research a decent bottle of wine for me to share with the girl. Please thank him for me, but I guess I won't be needing it. I'll be spending Saturday night, in my tighty whities, drinking old rotgut and crying like a little girl, alone, in my apartment.
Maybe.
Cheers,
Mr.B
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